1 A Glimpse of Madness

He looked ridiculous.

If this was a dream, Alastair would have punch himself to just wake up from this ridiculous dream, however, this was not a dream. Him standing on his birthday suit in the middle of the street in Los Angeles, California was all true and so the people on the busy street looking at him. The AllFather could have chosen a better location or a better situation to deliver him to Mortal world but He did not. He must have thought it was funny sending his Son Alastair naked on LA.

Alastair did not find it funny, though. He was being ridiculed by these people. Taking pictures and videos of his glorious body. The crowd was fascinated by his good looks and his Adonis-like beauty. Why was he naked in the middle of the street? They thought.

"Okay, humans, I am definitely not for your own entertainment," he declared while snatching a tiny red scarf from a girl nearby. He wrapped it around his waist.

Even though he started walking away, the crowd still continued filming him. He couldn't use magic with all this spectator, so all he could do was walk proudly on his naked glory.

He had to find Lucifer, the fallen angel Raphael. He would be needing his help during his mission and he knew it was definitely not the best choice but he did not have much option at the moment. The only way to prevent the Awakening of Satan the Destroyer was to join hands with his older brother Luci. He could have asked Azrael, he was so much nicer and less conning than the former but he did not have so much knowledge on the subject of argument. He was a great Archangel, though.

The fallen angel was once a great Archangel, too but he wanted to dwell along with humans and thus acquiring human sins. He committed mortal sins thus making him a fallen angel. AllFather tasked him to guard Hell to repent for his sins however, lately there was an abnormal activity in Hell so Alastair had to find Lucifer to make sure he was doing his duty.

He knew Luci owned several bars in LA so he was planning on visiting those places but he did not contemplate that his clothes would be gone during his travel from Heaven to the Mortal world.

"Well, well," someone with a Welsh accent spoke behind him.

He recognized that voice. That voice came from his brother Luci. He turned around and greet him. Luci was wearing a dark blue tuxedo that looked almost black and a dark blue violet undershirt. He looked exactly what anyone would think about Lucifer. Handsome and looked like a sin. He was oozing with sexiness and temptation. His eyes were as dark as the moonless night and were surrounded by long lashes. He was almost six three feet, much taller than Alastair. He was also sporting a five o'clock beard.

"Well, look at you," Luci said assessing him from head to toe, noting the red scarf on his waist. "I wasn't informed that this was the fashion trend in Heaven, Lais."

"It wasn't, I didn't calculate my travel accurately and I ended up on my birthday suit."

"Then, let's get you dressed. You looked ridiculous in that scarf even if it was Chanel," Luci started walking towards an empty alley from there he created a gate to his bar.